#rhapsodyinblue80

[followcb]

Bro ken Words,

Spoke n Words

blankets blanket, buried feelings

rogue emotions - running rampant

on the rampage - out of control

seeking solace; we turn to words

silent weapons of monster expression

without an outlet; when might

personal dynamite explode;

a once dormant volcano erupting

sending thick plumes into the atmosphere

syllables of lava in despair

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pain, a crimson dagger

we'd rather restrain

crippling feelings

fearing their serrated edge

we dampen our anger

smite our tears

anesthetize healing

by numbing emotional stains

we consume and then

starve, never feeding

our deepest hunger

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hope falls asunder

lives plunder

unless spiritual strains -

get expressed

mountains will tumble

high-peak lives will . . .

plunge into the sea

held under water -

by forces that be

controlling attempts to . . .

mold feelings of self-contempt

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unless we seize their fervor

bending crooked hurts

into vibrant words,

whittled down to withstand

magma fueled tension

spouted - shouted out

solidified as spoken word poetry

collaboration of mind with heart

making hardships pliable -

connections viable

renewal of faith,

undeniable

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©️ @followcb & @rhapsodyinblue80

September 18, 2022

We have been having discussions about how children, and folks of all ages, and stages of life, need outlets to express how they feel, how their situations and experiences, influence their perspectives, thoughts, feelings, ideas and beliefs.

What's better than escape through reading stories about others and writing our own stories, posing questions, poking boundaries, provoking innovating thinking, through both our broken words and spoken words of poetic introspection and reflection of simply living our unique stories.

We appreciate all of you, who read and engage with our continued collaborations. You inspire ✨️

Cheers,

Chris & Diane

[lexiklecksi]

I just published my poetry zine!

I put together this poetry zine in 3 months for my typography class. This magazine is a 25 double-sided pdf with a unique typographical design, including 11 English collab poems, 3 English poems and 21 German poems with 23 matching black & white photos. You can buy it for the low price of one small coffee on KoFi (3€) and there is a "pay what you want" function if you want to support my creative work!

Dive into the diffuse waters of poetry and search for the hidden meaning behind the words. I write about the little moments that make life worth living; not important events, not grand gestures, but everyday things. By writing about them, I give them value. The writing process is characterized by the fear of the blank sheet of paper, which has to be overcome without giving in to the urge to fill up the page. Diffuse poetry therefore describes the concept of having the courage to leave gaps and to deal with them openly. Not naming things clearly, but capturing the underlying thoughts and feelings. In contrast to concrete poetry, which is based on a clear statement and always has a message to convey. Have the courage to read between the lines and think about what you read, because words only have the meaning that we have given them. Poems are just condensed language, and always leave a certain amount of room for personal interpretation. I hope you enjoy reading between the lines!

Tag list: Never miss a poem or a short story I write! Comment + if you want to be added or - to be removed from my tag list.

@matcha-chai @dg-fragments @silversynthesis @heartofmuse @scatteredthoughts2 @rhapsodyinblue80 @stoic-words @september-stardust @wordsforsadpeeps @writingitdown @intothevortex @aubriestar @warriorbookworm @raevenlywrites @alex-a-roman @artsymagee @giantrobocock @theheightofdepression @writing-is-a-martial-art @beautifulimposter25 @a-musingmichelle @kirkshiresloss @rhythmiccreatorofbeuty @eos109 @azriel-alexander-holmes @tini-rat @captain-kraken

[idiotic-nomad]

@no-ideas-things

[dg-fragments]

Are you involved with Rhapsodyinblue80? I see your initials in her tags and was just curious. She is a most wonderful writer.

Hello anon,

Um nope, I'm not involved with rhapsodyinblue80, and then those are not my initials, they are just a pseudonym I'm using to sign-off my writings. However, without doubt, she's definitely an amazing writer. =)

[rhapsodyinblue45]

When I was little, my father would grow discouraged by my actions, so he would shame me by ignoring me for days. As a pleaser, I found these punishments emotionally paralyzing. I wasn't certain what I had actually done, but I felt the darkness of his abandonment. Afterwards, when his light would slowly return, I'd vow to do anything to keep its warmth draped around my shoulders.

Much later, I would replace him for you with your brilliant sun. I thought I'd go blind, so unaccustomed was I to being loved generously. Then, like him, you grew cold, upset by misunderstandings, unwilling to be consoled. You blotted out the sky with anger and stole your heart from me. The pain bruised my words, a child again trapped beneath a frozen lake of pain.

And we wonder why love is such a blissful burden, why we are too inept to carry its fragility in such unsophisticated hands. Instead we are chafed and scored with remembrances that everything we most desire is just beyond the reach of our own healing,

Rhapsodyinblue80//father's love

1.15.22

[poetry-reruns]

If you create a unique phrase (such as poetryreruns) and advertise it on your blog so people can use it as a tag, you can do a search for #poetryreruns to display those posts. But this can get to be quite a chore. I know because I helped establish Poetry Portal with Rhapsodyinblue80 about 5 years ago.

I use to do poetrysavedfromoobscurity. I understand the suggestion but am not sure I want to commit. I'm old. Almost died over Christmas from a pulmonary embolism. Neurological trouble coming soon on my horizon. People intermittently tag the full blog name thinking I will see it, some times I do. Almost walked away from this blog a few times since Christmas but other than rehab I don't really have much to do.

🙁

[writeundertheinfluence]

This year has been a rough and challenging year to say the least, but amidst all the negativity there have been some glimmers of hope and positivity. This platform was created as a safe haven for all poets and writers to come, connect and of course to see that no one is truly alone during these trying times. As this year comes to a close, I want to take the time to thank and appreciate those who helped me see this vision all the way through. WUTI and it’s members have brought to life a weekly escape through what we call "Poetic Therapy".

Tonight we will leave behind 2020 and soon welcome in 2021. Stay tuned in because WUTI has a lot more to come in 2021......

@hellorheels

@imperiallefty

@disruptivebychoice

@a-lex-17

@instanceandthephrase

@lilyrochet

@eliseothehopelessromantic

@philosophy-art

@mypoeticsoul-ny

@soulreserve

@apoeticcookie

@frequen-seas

@doubtingthomas5

@iamktb13

@kayleeromesburg14

@bvlckgirlmvgix

@Melaninmansuniverse

@Starofthehorizon

@lifeandloveliterarythings

@anikaness

@poetpriyanshitiwari

@lunaragent

@boldlysublimenight

@ashes4bones

@sweetspiderstew

@poemhater

@leosvibes

@isohaspeaks

@moonpoetryblog

@poetry-with-alisha

@poetryardencies

@hometownblues

@astroromanticism

@followcb

@thatpoemguy

@wxtar2ba

@flylittlewren

@atomicflop

@bloodwords47

@charlylimph-blog

@peachpoetics

@me-phil-istopeless

@parasomnambulist

@disconnectrovert

@hneysuckl

@howserendipitouslifeis

@poetikdreams

@mistressofwordz

@natachalynn

@rosabellebelieves

@dustysunday

@purgatorypoetry

@hypothetical-poet-writes

@rhapsodyinblue45

@rhapsodyinblue80

@poetryportal

@nic-because-gay

@cora-does-things

Anybody who would like to come and be part of our community of friends and poets/writers our doors are open to everyone

Contact @imperiallefty , @disruptivebychoice , @hellorheels , @quiet-storm132 for more details

I am sure that i am forgetting some people but just know that either i THANK YOU ALL!!!

[ginadope]

Hello! This is me, some small poetry blog with a weird name :) As this absolute a$$hole of a year is coming to an end, I’d like to say <3 thank you <3 to the writers that made it a little better for me:

@written-honey @haikkun @a-few-tumbles-later @lost-ends-found @robertjw4688 @hedonistpoetbyhira @praggya1993 @harrybpoetry @chuckakot @endlesswordsonapage @dg-fragments @justscribbledwords @heartofmuse @drearydaffodil @quaintobsessions @4sss @the-outsider-girl @wordrummager @eshaninjer @william-warren-writes @internalearthquake @hannahflowerspoetry @jonaswpoetry @rhapsodyinblue80 @stormykatie @adamantseal @write-as-rains

In no particular order, mostly from memory, on a dying laptop :) Wishing you a great 2021, coming back to watching Dirty Dancing. <3, m.

[followcb]

Swallow's Song

She grows yellow roses

vines and gardens of happiness

lives perpetually in bloom

blossoms that grow

thanks to both sun and rain,

love and pain

shape and shade

each petal - to every

flowering rose.

______

Each fragrant bouquet,

a diary she keeps

inked in golden and gloom,

cherished parchment

watered with faithful fingers

mind gardening her history

between sharp thorns

destiny carved

into nature's fortune

dewy bud

as yet, a mystery.

______

She admires perfect-

lily-of-the-valley, absolute

purity of burgeoning youth

transformation of beauty

discretion of innocence

ringing of those - pretty

delicate, little belles

attractive sensations

of spring - come

each May, that very

first day, he

glanced her way.

______

Betrothed within branches

scriptures embedded

in verdant leaves

their seeds sprouted

the following spring

as cloud and sky

day succumbed to night

(parents' delight)

bud to blossom born.

______

On an especially, sultry

morn - when her soft,

sweet, pink Rose

finally arrived -

in the nick of time

a tiny miracle

baby crying - new

mother sighing

looking in her eyes

she saw - her

father's smile

something magnificent

simply sublime.

______

Each year tenderly

woven, briar within beauty,

careworn hands

dedicated, weary -

sage eyes now carry

scrolls imparted to words

nourished in memories

garden grown

such blessings bestowed

upon her floral narrative

suspended in hopeful clasps

pages pressed as swallow's

song foreshadows dusk.

______

Mothers, whether human or momma birds, intuitively and innately remain connected to their offspring, beautiful babies, from conception and on, forever and ever. Mothers care, nurture, protect, and love their children, unconditionally. Mothers run and rule, and make all of our lives better for their unselfish dedication, compassion and sacrifices.

Cheers to moms of all kinds! Mothers are master gardeners!

Chris & Diane

©️ @followcb & @rhapsodyinblue80

July 10, 2022

[lexiklecksi]

Golden tears

I claw out my skin, hoping they would scratch my eyes Crying golden tears, they scald my hands and melt my flesh. Lost with saudade, I don't go home still, for it's only a figment, like the tip of a cigarette.

If it weren’t for that fateful kiss, I could have escaped the abyss. A true heart made of gold; Devoid of emotion, under my fingers turning cold.

If I can't see again, it would be better. Rather than have a filtered fantasy, I would hear the truth from you, and feel your intent.

When the leaves turned golden, Everything led up to this event. The gods have failed what they promised to protect: A blossoming love, now doomed with neglect.

Written in collaboration with my talented fellow poet Elda @betweenthetimeandsound (her words in cursive) Tag list under the cut. Never miss a poem or a short story I write! Comment + if you want to be added or - to be removed from my tag list.

Tag list: @matcha-chai @dg-fragments @silversynthesis @heartofmuse @scatteredthoughts2 @rhapsodyinblue80 @alaskaisnothere @stoic-words @september-stardust @wordsforsadpeeps @writingitdown @intothevortex @aubriestar @warriorbookworm @raevenlywrites @alex-a-roman @artsymagee @giantrobocock @theheightofdepression @writing-is-a-martial-art @beautifulimposter25 @callmepippin @a-musingmichelle @kirkshiresloss @rhythmiccreatorofbeuty @eos109 @azriel-alexander-holmes @tini-rat @captain-kraken

[purgatorypoetry]

Wild @purgatorypoetry appeared! I was tagged by @haikkun to post a selfie so heres my mug, y'all.

Tagging @drearydaffodil @quaintobsessions @imperiallefty @koifishblues @kittygory @wordrummager @rhapsodyinblue80 and 😂@purplemonkeysexgod69 and anyone else that would like to grace me with their lovely faces

Merry xmas eve, friends!

[idiotic-nomad]

Illusion

This world is made up of Illusion,

That's why I'm looking for silence

__∆¶•etry

[replicant1955]

Morning

Early morning, mist hugging close

To the choppy waves that rocked

The boat. I sat in a womb of white

Lulled by the waves and the darkness.

Then the sun rose slowly,

Thin gold rays searching for me,

Looking to gild my silence, to wake

Me from my melancholy. And, as the

Sun rose, it brushed the white stone domes,

The red brick peeling walls, the dozing crouching

Lions, played tag with mosaics in dust lit churches, gleamed

Over windows. And Venice breathed softly

And stirred upwards from the sea, waking

To the morning.

Doug

Inspired by Rhapsodyinblue80′s poem: Venetian Poetry

[creedatelier]

Atelier Challenge #15

5/17-5/23

Perfect Escape

"When this old world starts a getting me down

And people are just too much for me to face

I'll climb way up to the top of the stairs

And all my cares just drift right into space."

--James Taylor, "Up on the Roof"

Using your own artistic skills, print or digital, photography, convey to us your meaning of the "perfect escape."

Along with the image, please provide a brief caption or line(s) of prose/poetry to accompany the piece.

Please use the tags #creedatelier or #atelierchallenge so that we can track and reblog your work.

If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please contact us via our inbox or directly to @imperiallefty or @rhapsodyinblue80 .

[rhapsodyinblue45]

cinnamon sand clings to my toes

as seafoam's sweet silk spreads

a dimpled cloak

churning coquina

shards

upon the coastline

thunder spurs

rebellion

CRASH

we huddle beneath the canvas

with an adversarial grin

untIl

thunder burns heaven's dome

the irrefutable red flag flown

beach day

surrendered

we dash-

panting flushedwithheat

cold rain slashing our t-shirts

the squish of flip flops

dashing a c r o s s A-1-A

frantically

hair coils into thick serpents

down

my

back

body chilled with the weight

of soaked towels

I slam into safety's door

laughing eyes,

shamrock colored

rain stabbing my back

a pause to exclaim,

Damn,

can we do that

again?

Rhapsodyinblue80, beach day blues

Image: Rhapsody

[just-4-thought]

I have witnessed mountains rise,

heroes fall,

and the might of men bend

to lady fair.

I've witnessed death

as he did try to knock,

but could not breach the lair.

I've witnessed pains,

and loss,

and heartache,

more than anyone should share,

but with each a strength,

a triumph,

a neverceasing care.

Soothed with water built of words,

these battle softened desires.

Like roots creeping round the temple

of a long lost empire,

so we grip unfathomable dreams

as the oracle whispers fire.

A gift for @rhapsodyinblue45 /@rhapsodyinblue80 for the secret gift exchange. A poem about living in the time of an epic. (Surprise I am the anon).